Only Time Will Tell Novel 소설 & 이야기

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For a pancreatitis patient, any delay in treatment meant increased risk. I said nothing and left Lucas' office. Lucas, mild in temperament, always became sarcastic and difficult around me, as he still held onto the notion that I broke up the perfect pair—Joshua and Jackie Morse. He mistakenly thought I unscrupulously took Joshua from Jackie.

Fyn wonders what was running inside Kavan's head when he told him the truth. Closing his eyes, Fyn continued, "I wanted to stay there. I knew that once I returned, the forest won't let me go again. But... time must be different inside this forest. I thought... I thought I had only been gone for weeks. I wasn't. I had been gone for years. There's nothing more I could go back to back there. Time destroyed my house. My plants were dead. They blamed me for the misfortune. The villagers turned angry like they wanted to hurt me-" Kavan's grip on him tightened. When he spoke, his voice was like a growl.

He looked at my eyes seriously and that also made me more serious to listen to him attentively. "The Clepsydra. An hourglass but not the usual one. It contains water instead of sands. That's what they used to manipulate time," he said while looking at me directly at my eyes. Clepsydra? I haven't heard that word yet. I don't even have an idea of whatever it is if Cayden didn't tell me what it is. It's just new to me and just by how mysterious its name is, I know that it'll give us a hard time having it or whatever he's planning to do with it. But wait... Did he just tell me things about time?

--By the Will Of Time! NB : The Narrator is not a character of the story, the voice is an under laid or background tale teller who tells suspense. Time is Reborn Chapter 5.

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